The kids and I went on our first Geocaching adventure two days ago, and had a great time! (Geocaching is a big game of GPS-enabled hide and seek, where one person hides a box, takes note of the GPS coordinates of that box, and then posts those coordinates on a website. Other players then try to find the box using the coordinates provided.)

The first cache we went “Treasure Hunting” for was in a little nature park down by the San Marcos river which we’ve walked through countless times, but never suspected held a cache. The next one we tried to find was by on old train depot, but we were unable to locate the cache there. We went again today to find some farther-flung caches, one along the “Devil’s Backbone,” a road that runs along the ridge of some hills between here and Canyon Lake, and the other on Prayer Mountain, a beautiful little mountain just outside of Wimberley. With a bit of scrambling around, we were able to find both, and even ran into another geocaching team on the mountain.

You can see the team profile of Clan McMains on the Geocaching website, and follow our adventures there. I hope to hide a cache soon, as San Marcos doesn’t have nearly enough yet!

Though I’ve been painfully remiss as a friend for not mentioning it before now, my good compadre Daniel Priest has started a weblog of his own: Punch Like a Poet. Daniel is one of those writers who evokes both admiration and envy in me — I want to write that well, and am glad he does. His poetry is some of my favorite, and for bonus points, his weblog’s name is a Simpson’s reference.

Go, visit, and revel in his wordsmithmanship…his writerly skillness…his prosewranglerhood…oh, just read it.

I mentioned in my last post that we have a working GPS again. I had bought a Garmin GPS III about four years ago, when I was doing more freelance consulting, which I used to find client sites. Within the last couple years, entropy and the hot Texas sun took their tolls on the unit, and it stopped retaining waypoints and started having display problems.

I looked at Garmin’s repair policies, and decided that even at $99 for a refurbish, it was cheaper to repair this unit than to buy a new one. I sent mine in, and was startled to receive it back in less than two weeks, fully repaired at no cost. The paperwork indicated that they had determined it was covered by warrantee, which is of course unheard of for a four year old electronic device.

So, kudos to Garmin for the great customer service. Unless the company is hit by a giant meteorite and wiped off the face of the earth, I’ll never buy a GPS from anyone else.

Kathy’s up in New York to spend Thanksgiving with her family there. I’m riding herd over the kids while she’s gone, which has been a lot of fun, though a bit on the exhausting side. We’ve spent time with my Mom down in San Antonio, done a church potluck, run around to various friends’ houses, and various other miscellany. On a friend’s suggestion, I’m planning to take them out Geocaching today or tomorrow. (I’ve had this lurking in the back of my mind for a while, but have only recently had a working GPS. There have been some new caches hidden in San Marcos in the last few months too, which should make it a more satisfying thing to do.)

It’s nice to get the extra time with the children without the pressures of work, though we’ll all be glad when Kathy returns home!

Kathy and I went to see our first Poetry Slam last Thursday night up the University. 10 students presented their work to start things off, followed by the professional poets (how odd that sounds!). The pros were Broken Word, an Austin-based group, and were a load of fun.

Both the students and the pros did a good job, with a couple obvious crowd favorites among the students. Probably the most entertaining part of the evening was Broken Word’s “Haiku Death Match”, where each poet would select a haiku from his/her book of poetry, and the audience would then vote on their favorite. These ranged from clever to comic to poignant, and while perhaps not in the original spirit of haiku, did present some interesting approaches to getting meaning out of such a compact form.

A sad postscript to our beach weekend: when we returned home, we discovered that our four-year old cat Popeye, who we’ve had since he was 2 days old, had been flirting with traffic, as was his wont, and came out on the worse end of it. We were sorry to lose our longest-term pet to date. We did, however, add three guinea pigs to the menagerie around the same time, which have been a lot of fun for the junior set.

This weekend Ben joined Emily, Liam, Abigail and me for Austin Celtic Festival 2003. We had a great time sucking down fish & chips, listening to music, checking out the crafts, and watching the SCA do their combat demonstrations. This year they actually let kids from the audience grab a foam-covered PVC pipe “sword” and go after the armored folk, which my brood loved and went back for several times.

Back to the gym today, after a couple months hiatus. I hurt. Oddly, though, I haven’t put on any weight while I’ve been away, though I imagine the weight I do have is more squashy than it was two months ago.